Completely frustrated and unsatisfied because I let my split in life go on for far too long, having gone to a new level of insanity when things became too much to handle (a semi-managed level of where I couldn’t tell anyone my problems but you could obviously see something was up), I began building a mental bridge back to the better half of sanity with this new assignment from an invisible helper. As strange as it sounds, I can’t explain it in a much better way.
Or you might say, at the end of my ‘silly old-ways’ days in a previous rogue mission I embarked on, I hit rock bottom, stirred the existential pot, and something deep inside me immediately devised a new plan to return to my normal living community using whatever Mind Scraps I could recycle into something lighter and stronger instead. It wasn’t the easiest plan to follow, but I somehow made it work.
What are Mind Scraps? They are like Food Scraps but internally for the mind. The idea is to let go of ‘Psychological Byproducts’ or ‘Mental Waste’ as a way to fix serious mind problems, transforming old crappy thoughts into better ones. Life is all about recycling materials as energy moves from one thing to another, so why would our minds operate any differently?
A priortiy one signal kept emanating from the back of my head and it wouldn’t turn off. Something urged me to map out a secret long term exit from both the hole I was in and my loud freaky mind. To do so, I had to conserve my energy and use it wisely to better understand life.
Introducing New Mindless 2.0 Terminology
I like making different word combinations when uncovering new meanings as I go along in life. In fact, you’ll find plenty scattered throughout this network (hence the Language: List of Concepts section where you will find most of them). Although Recycled Mind Scraps is particularly long, it’s catchy. And it basically means that something good comes from the decomposition of my old heavier thoughts.
Letting the Old go means Old and Heavy transforms into New and Light.
I figured… I’m done living a life of distance and uncertainty from those barely a foot away, so something drastic needs to occur. On top, I didn’t want to continue talking to myself only, entertaining and conjuring up things in the revolving monologue (old repetitive thoughts carry on), as I had seriously had enough of all that as well. Instead, I wanted to make stronger connections with more people for once and not feel so alienated.